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  Executive’s Pet

  Billionaire Office Romance Series

  Copyright © 2020

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

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  This romance collection contains books 4-6 of the His Pet series: Secret Pet, Good Pet and Beloved Pet.

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  Table of Contents

  Secret Pet

  Chapter One

  Mandy

  Chapter Two

  Christian

  Chapter Three

  Christian

  Chapter Four

  Mandy

  Chapter Five

  Mandy

  Chapter Six

  Christian

  Chapter Seven

  Mandy

  Chapter Eight

  Christian

  Chapter Nine

  Mandy

  Chapter Ten

  Christian

  Chapter Eleven

  Mandy

  Chapter Twelve

  Mandy

  Chapter Thirteen

  Christian

  Chapter Fourteen

  Mandy

  Chapter Fifteen

  Mandy

  Chapter Sixteen

  Christian

  Chapter Seventeen

  Mandy

  Chapter Eighteen

  Mandy

  Chapter Nineteen

  Christian

  Chapter Twenty

  Mandy

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Christian

  Epilogue

  Mandy

  Extended Epilogue

  Mandy

  Good Pet

  Chapter One

  Melissa

  Chapter Two

  Melissa

  Chapter Three

  Tommy

  Chapter Four

  Melissa

  Chapter Five

  Tommy

  Chapter Six

  Tommy

  Chapter Seven

  Tommy

  Chapter Eight

  Melissa

  Chapter Nine

  Tommy

  Chapter Ten

  Tommy

  Chapter Eleven

  Melissa

  Chapter Twelve

  Tommy

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tommy

  Chapter Fourteen

  Melissa

  Chapter Fifteen

  Tommy

  Chapter Sixteen

  Melissa

  Chapter Seventeen

  Tommy

  Chapter Eighteen

  Tommy

  Chapter Nineteen

  Melissa

  Chapter Twenty

  Tommy

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Melissa

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Tommy

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Melissa

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Tommy

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Melissa

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Tommy

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Melissa

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Melissa

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Tommy

  Chapter Thirty

  Melissa

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Melissa

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Tommy

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Tommy

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Melissa

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Melissa

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Tommy

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Melissa

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Tommy

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Melissa

  Chapter Forty

  Tommy

  Chapter Forty-One

  Melissa

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Tommy

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Melissa

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Tommy

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Melissa

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Tommy

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Melissa

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Melissa

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Melissa

  Chapter Fifty

  Tommy

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Melissa

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Tommy

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Melissa

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  Tommy

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  Melissa

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  Tommy

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  Tommy

  Chapter Fifty-Eight

  Melissa

  Chapter Fifty-Nine

  Melissa

  Chapter Sixty

  Melissa

  Chapter Sixty-One

  Tommy

  Chapter Sixty-Two

  Melissa

  Chapter Sixty-Three

  Melissa

  Chapter Sixty-Four

  Melissa

  Chapter Sixty-Five

  Tommy

  Chapter Sixty-Six

  Melissa

  Chapter Sixty-Seven

  Tommy

  Chapter Sixty-Eight

  Melissa

  Chapter Sixty-Nine

  Tommy

  Epilogue

  Melissa

  Extended Epilogue

  Melissa

  Beloved Pet

  Chapter 1

  Jocelyn

  Chapter 2

  Jocelyn

  Chapter 3

  William

  Chapter 4

  Jocelyn

  Chapter 5

  William

  Chapter 6

  William

  Chapter 7

  William

  Chapter 8

  William

  Chapter 9

  William

  Chapter 10

  William

  Chapter 11

  Jocelyn

  Chapter 12

  William

  Chapter 13

  William

  Epilogue

  Jocelyn

  Three Months Later

  Sneak Peek of Office Pet

  Sneak Peek of Bad Reputation

  Secret Pet

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  Chapter One

  Mandy

  I have a pretty big secret. It’s the kind of secret that I never want my bosses to know about. The kind that could get me fired on the spot and — that is a big AND — cause me to die of embarrassment. I can’t get caught, but I also can’t stop doing what I am doing. It’s become addictive.

  I know that my office building at McKenzie Tech is filled with cameras and I know that the big boss is always watching. His wife, Reese, is one of my best friends and she told me there are cameras in almost every room in the building, except for the bathroom — Kane McKenzie isn’t that much of a lurker.

  What I didn’t tell Reese is that I know there are no cameras in the basement. I know, because I have looked…extensively. That is one of the advantages of being the low man on the totem pole in accounting — and no, I’m not referring to my height of only five foot. Yes, I am short. Get over it.

  As the lowest associate on the accounting flo
or, it’s my responsibility to file all the hard copies of the paperwork. I’ve been at McKenzie Teck for two years, and I am still in the same job. I don’t ask to move up. I have turned down promotions. I could use the raise but not to the point that I can give up my daily secret that comes when I go downstairs — alone — to file things.

  About two weeks into my job when I started here, I noticed a sanctuary in the building, a darkened, unfinished area of the basement, where no one goes, and it’s quiet and cool. I took it upon myself to explore this area. In my head, it became mine. My special, secret area for…well…release.

  I wouldn’t call myself a sex addict. I’m more of a connoisseur for fine vibrators. I’ve been looking on websites and trying to find my favorite for years—since my last relationship ended, with a bang. A few months ago, I totally lucked out when my other best friend, Eileen, got married to a guy who owns tons of adult toy sites. Now I get discounts to help with my addiction.

  A bright pink rabbit showed up this morning in my mailbox. Knowing exactly what it was, I dumped it into my oversized purse and lugged it to work. It’s a quiet day in the office. Eileen is gone on vacation. Sloane, our new accounting manager, is sticking to her office like she is on a deadline. She isn’t, but sometimes Sloane gets anti-social. So, it’s just really me and the other accounts sitting in our cubicles and typing away. Enter a number here, enter a sum there… the usual.

  It isn’t even lunchtime when I get the hankering. My pussy starts to ache, and I know I better slip downstairs to try out my new toy. An orgasm would perk my day right up. Better than a cup of coffee.

  So, I start my usual routine. I gather up all the paperwork I can find, thrust the box with the vibrator under the pile and hurry to the elevator. No one around me even looks up. It helps that I do this every day.

  I’m humming casually when the elevator dings on the basement level. Being careless — and with my mind on one thing — I dump my pile of papers on the first filing cabinet in the records room, put the vibrator box under my arm and stroll as quickly as I can to the unused area. My sanctuary.

  The lights don’t work so I didn’t bother throwing the switch. I just relax as I step into the darkness. There are a few tables, desks and chairs stored down here. But the old conference table is what I seek. It is big and wooden and stable. I run my fingers over the wood then climb up. Sitting cross-legged on the table, I open the box and pull out the vibrator. It is long, a good nine inches, wider than the normal rabbit and has a little butterfly attachment that vibrates too. I love all the sweet details.

  Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t the way I prefer things. I would love to have a man instead of a toy, but men are cruel, and I am out of the dating game, permanently. It would take a miracle for me to get back into a relationship after what my last boyfriend pulled right before I started here. Even thinking about him makes my stomach roll. So, I don’t think about him at all. Or I try not to.

  Instead, I fantasize about the guy who was standing in front of me at the coffee shop this morning. He was tall with broad shoulders and a butt like a soccer player — round and tight. I like a good ass on a man, gives you something to hold onto when they’re on top.

  I lay back on the wooden table, imagining just that, my coffee shop beau standing before me, giving me the sliest smile and telling me to pull up my dress. I do. In the darkened room, on the conference table, I slide the skirt of my dress up, brushing my fingers gently over my legs. I imagine it is him touching me, feeling the smooth skin of my inner thighs. His fingers inch toward my hot pussy.

  Looping my fingers under the sides of my panties, I pull them down and off my legs. I set them to the side while I run the fingers of my other hand up my pussy folds. I tease myself savoring each touch, each brush, and flick. Opening my legs wider, I grab the vibe and glide it up and down my slit. I’m wet and ready for this. This thing has twenty-five different settings. It’s going to make me cum and cum good.

  “Oh, yes,” I breathe.

  The plastic toy slides into me, widening my pussy and pushing back its walls. The girth is good. I feel full and happy. Closing my eyes, I touch around the handle for the buttons. The first one I press isn’t the on switch, so I run my hand up the hilt more.

  A bright light hits my eyelids.

  What the fuck?!

  I snap my eyes open and find myself staring into the bulb of the florescent lights above me. They don’t work, or rather, they aren’t supposed to. They haven’t in the two years I have worked here. What the fuck?!

  That is when it occurs to me that I’m not alone. Not anymore.

  My body freezes. My skirt is pulled way up onto my waist. My panties are gone. Anyone who had come in the way I did will be staring at my vibrator filled pussy.

  Please don’t be Sloane, I pray, or Kane or Ashton or anyone!

  I am so fired. I am so fucken fired. My secret will be all over Watercooler, the interoffice chat app, in seconds and people will be laughing their asses off. I will never be hired anywhere in Manhattan again. I will end up having to move back in with my parents in Idaho.

  Whoever is with me clears their throat. The sound is deep. They are male. For some reason, that didn’t make me feel any better.

  Please don’t be from security or the old janitor. God, he has to be like eighty. Not sure how he even pushes that broom around.

  “I suggest…” a male voice starts. It isn’t one I recognize.

  My body unfreezes. I swing my legs closed and pull my head up to stare into the large sky-blue eyes of a total stranger. A somewhat hot total stranger who is drinking in every inch of my bare legs. He is leaning against the wall, one hand still on the light switch. Obviously, he wasn’t planning to find me down here. We have surprised each other.

  “There are no cameras down here!”

  I have no idea why I blurt that out. Maybe I want to give some kind of explanation for my behavior. Not that that is a good explanation but admitting that I couldn’t go a few hours without an orgasm seems like something I can’t admit.

  The man chuckles. He glances down, and I take the opportunity to run my eyes over his body. He is long and lean with broad shoulders, clad in black jeans and a black t-shirt which are a little rumpled. But his shoes are expensive, I can tell by the shine on the leather. McKenzie Tech has a dress code. One that he certainly isn’t following.

  Who the fuck is this guy?

  “There are cameras in here now,” he explains and scratches on the blonde stubble that lines his jaw. I feel my heart sink. He points to two mounted cameras in the corners of the room. “They are the best in the whole office.” He takes a step towards me, brings his hands down, and sticks his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. The smirk on his full lips is a tad menacing. “They have night vision too.” He leans towards me, lowering his voice to a growl. “They see in the dark and are always recording.”

  I want to scramble away. I should grab my panties, take out my vibrator, and run the hell out of there. But something about his stare has me pinned to the table. I know I am in bad trouble.

  The stranger glides forward a few steps, his gate easy and self-assured like he owns the room or the whole office or whatever. As he reaches the conference table that I’m stuck to, he runs a finger over it like he is testing it for dust. I can feel him getting closer to me — the heat of his body reaches mine. It makes me breathless.

  “I have you on tape,” the hot man informs me. It feels like a punch to the gut, and I hiss in a breath. He grins. “I liked the show you were putting on. What I was going to say, is that I suggest you continue.”

  “What?!” My voice sounds high and screechy even to me.

  The man shrugs. “Unless you want me to post the tape on Watercooler or show Kane what his employees do while they are on the clock—” He paused to look at his watch — “I’m mean, damn girl, it’s only nine-thirty. There is no way you are on lunch break.”

  I look up at him dumbfounded. It’s true. I haven’t clocke
d out. I never have, not for my secret time. I know it is wrong, but I just can’t stop. I mean, it’s kind of like a smoke break, right?!

  He inches closer to me. His body is in line with my feet now. “Give me a show,” he orders with a growl and from the tone in his voice, I know he means it as an order. There is something about that order that makes my whole body feel weak and on fire at the same time. It’s like his voice is resonating over my spine and making my hips twitch.

  “Yes, sir.” It comes out as a whisper, and I am floored when I say it. I have no idea who this guy is. He couldn’t work here in that attire. He’s too scruffy, too casual, too hot.

  He gives me a grin that lights up his face.

  My lips part just slightly in a single pant. I know that my nipples are hard under my clothing. My pussy, still filled with the vibrator, is wetter than ever. This is a crazy encounter. This dude is probably a serial killer roaming unnoticed around my work, and I’m down here alone in the basement creaming for him.

  What the hell? I think. You only live once.

  I open my legs again, bringing my knees up. The man steps back and looks over my bare pussy. I’m shaking. My hand twitches as I try to reach down and turn the vibrator on. It’s shaking bad. Noticeably bad.

  “Here, let me help you,” he says, reaching for the vibrator himself.

  He flicks it on with one tap. The thing bursts to life, shaking my core and immediately bringing a moan to my lips. I close my eyes and put my head back down on the table. Maybe I could pretend I’m alone.

  “Look at me,” he orders.

  Maybe not.

  I open my eyes and drop my face to the side. The wood of the table is cool on my cheek. His lustful eyes are glued to my face. His arm is still between my legs, and I realize that he has a hold of the hilt of the vibrator. He pushes it up into me further. I gasp, which brings another smile to his face. He pulls it out and then thrusts it in deep again. I wince in pleasurable pain. The thing is long and is hitting hard into my cervix.

  “How many modes?” he mumbles.

  “Twenty-five,” I pant. My toes are starting to curl.

  “Oh. Excellent!”

  He taps a button. The vibrations change from a steady rhythm to a hurried zip followed by a pause. My pussy is feeling overloaded with the sensations, and my mind is filled with the craziness of the circumstances. Somehow this is the sexiest situation I have ever been in. Things like this just don’t happen. Not normally.

  He taps the button again. The vibrator starts a whirling motion. It slams into my pussy walls like a spinning dick. I had no idea it could even do that.